Sex with a Ghost 1&2

"Aunt, please allow him to talk as this will help us in our fight against the evil spirit". She nodded in agreement and Uncle Philip went on.

"To comfort her, I followed her to her room and lay beside her. Some minutes past 12noon, a loud giggle woke me up to a dark room. I called out to Nono in a whisper but received no feedback. Then I stretched my hand in the search for her on the bed but to my greatest surprise, my hand came in contact with no skin on the bed.

Still searching for her, I heard a croaking laugh right outside the room door. It was discernible and sounded like that of a girl child. Before I could think, I heard another loud and distinctive sound of shuffling footsteps. Followed by a rhythm of "One, two, three, pause, one, two, three and on it went".

In the darkness, I carefully found my way to the door and was about to leave the room but on second thought I decided to switch on the light and check on her for the last time. The light came on and Nono was sleeping quietly on the bed. Instantly, the footsteps and laughing stopped. Till this very moment, I can't tell whether I was dreaming or awake when I heard the giggling" he concluded.

"This mother and child still have things here, they cherished while alive. This thing has prevented them from moving on. We must find and destroy these things; this will allow these spirits to move on and face judgment" Pastor Vivian suggested.

I heard enough, so wasting no time, the battle between light and darkness began. Seeing that image of Philomena ignited a fit of holy anger in my spirit. She frustrated my life before I met Christ and continued with my Aunt and her family. Seeing her ghost confirmed that I was sleeping with a ghost in the past. All the five years at the temple of God, no image of her peppering my sleep but just a few seconds here and she is already tormenting me.

The spiritual warfare continued with me praying like my life depended on it; ranting and gesticulating wildly, screaming on top my lungs. Few minutes into the prayers, I slid into the spirit and there was Philomena at the head of the bed.

She was crouching down, like someone hiding from something or someone. Her hair was on her face so I couldn't see her expression. All of a sudden, she stood up and began giggling in a twisted way that sounded like a hum. As she tittered, her breasts danced on her chest. Her body began shaking slightly and her head thrown in different directions.

"You evil spirit sent her to destroy this family, I cast you out of this house in Jesus name!" I thundered.

Her image started flickering like a light bulb about to go out. It continued to change from Philomena to a little girl of about eight years of age. Both of them screeching in agony; caressing their whole bodies violently like someone on fire.

"Alex! Please make the fire stop!" the demon pleaded.

"You foul spirit! Get lost in the name of Jesus!" I barked.

She stopped flickering and it ended as Philomena, looking like a horrifically burnt victim. No skin covered her face. The lack of eyelids gave her red blood eyeballs a popping look as they swiveled in their sockets and her mouth in the shape of an "O" and covered with blood. Tendrils of her black hair were sticking to her sweat covered face.

Her back bent backward in an impossible position, she asked in the voice of a scared little girl "Look what you have done to me!"

"I rain down fire from heaven upon you in the name of Jesus!"

"You little ant, how dare you talk to me in that tone?" she shouted in a cold and scratchy voice then stood upright.

"Hand me the olive oil!" I required from Pastor Silas who like the rest of the team were busy praying, speaking in Holy tongues. They appeared not to see these demons. I was in the spirit, what some people will call another dimension, in the same place with these spirits.

I sprayed the olive oil on her and rendered more thundering prayers. At first, it felt like spraying water into an ocean but with time and intensification of the prayers, she began to yell in pain. Every drop of oil burnt her skin like it was acid. In response to the burning pain, she let out a high pitch scream which resulted in a convulsion in the spirit realm. Parts of the ceiling came down in chunks and little cracks appeared on the walls. The light flickered for seconds and went out.

In the total darkness, I continued to pray in the Holy Spirit. Not even a tiny pinch of fear present in my soul. I was on fire, holy anger raging through me. Pouring more olive oil on her, the yelling intensified and so did the vibration beneath the room. More parts of the ceiling came down as the cracks widened. The picture of an African woman carrying a white child fell off the wall and landed heavily on the terracotta tile, smashing into pieces.

Immediately the picture landed, a strange wind blew past me making my clothes unrest for a quick while. The light bulb came back on and I was back in the room, in this dimension. Everything in the room was intact, no cracks on the walls and the ceiling unmoved.

Wasting no time, I concluded the prayer and asked Pastor Silas to take down the picture frame of the black woman with a white child. Instead, he poured olive oil on the picture and with no force whatsoever, the image shook violently till it fell off the wall on its own and smashed into bits.

"Hallelujah!" Pastor Vivian shouted.

"Hallelujah!" we all celebrated in a burst of joy.

"Where is Nono?" I inquired cutting short the joy of Aunt Uka.

"She has to be in her room" she replied.

"Then that where we should be"